Yay, she is free of FIV, FeLV, worms of all varieties, and fleas! Yay, she has a home! Boo, she is definitely pregnant, about 2/3rds of the way along. Yay, her new home is willing to take her anyway!
I will admit to large amounts of relief that someone else is willing to take on the spay/abort or deal with kittens issue. I found myself totally unable to even ask my vet about spaying her while pregnant, startlingly enough. I know it’s the smart thing to do, I know there’s a million anonymous cats out there and we don’t need to be adding more, but when it came time to ask, I just couldn’t open my mouth and say the words.
On the other hand, because my vets are totally fabulous, Dr. Andi had already written “we can get her in and spay her before her distemper booster if you want” in her case notes. The price of a good vet is more than rubies, seriously, and I’ve been lucky to stumble onto a practice with two of them: Tidewater Trail Animal Hospital, owned by the Doctors Lindamood, Greg and Andi. If you’re in the vicinity of Fredericksburg, Virginia, and need a vet, hie thyself straight to their door and tell them I sent you. There’s a link right over there in the sidebar to their site, in case you lose this post. Ahem.
At any rate. I just couldn’t ask about aborting the kittens. I know all the reasons they should be aborted, but it was just like when the vet tech asked me that morning what I wanted to do with the kitty if she turned out to be FIV or FeLV positive, and I blurted out “Keep her alive, of course, I’ll find a way to deal with it.” And if she’d turned out to be positive, I would have, even though that would have meant pimping her heavily to find her an only-cat home, a task which can be quite difficult.
But I couldn’t tell them to put her down categorically, just like I couldn’t ask about aborting the kitten(s). These are little lives I’m snatching from the chaos, each individual kitty placed in an indoor home one who isn’t going to live the short, brutal life of the feral cat. It’s like the turtles I move off the road, on a slightly larger and hairier scale.
 I DREAD THE COMING OF THE MONTH OF MAY, WHICH IS WHEN THE TURTLES START THROWING THEMSELVES IN FRONT OF MY CAR. SUMMER BEFORE LAST THERE WAS A PERIOD IN WHICH EVERY FREAKIN TIME I LEFT THE HOUSE, I STOPPED FOR AT LEAST ONE TURTLE. ALSO, TURTLES ARE STRIKINGLY UNGRATEFUL CREATURES IN GENERAL, ONLY ONE HAS EVEN POKED HER HEAD OUT TO EYEBALL ME SUSPICIOUSLY, LET ALONE SAID “THANK YOU” FOR THE ASSIST ACROSS THE ROAD.